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Chapter 1989 Cultivators would rather die(2/2)

You must know that Zhao Chu's strength cannot be calculated based on common sense.

Moreover, the tenth prince is already fighting for his life, and he has exerted 120% of his strength.

Immediately, the deafening bombardment fell, and the terrifying air waves in the aftermath also swept away into the distance.

The eleventh prince did not inherit Zhao Chu's magical powers and secret techniques. He just bombarded the Ghost Emperor Tree hysterically with his most original true energy.

The wind is raging.

Space fragmented.

Even the tenth prince, who was recovering from his injuries in the distance, opened his eyes slightly, and even looked a little surprised.

The eleventh prince is still weak.

But his strength is very weird. He has simply exerted power that is impossible to display at this level.



1258!

2354!

3125!

3256!



The eleventh prince's grades are constantly rising, and the speed is not slow.

At this time, he also attracted the attention of the other princes.

No one expected that the inconspicuous Eleventh Prince would be bombarded like a violent storm at a terrifyingly fast speed.

"Fortunately, this guy's time to seize the body was short, otherwise in a hundred years, it will be really unknown who will win and who will lose!"

After observing for a while, the tenth prince murmured to himself.

He was even slightly scared.

As the body of a practitioner, the Tenth Prince is most aware of the terrifying foundation.

In terms of foundation, the host body taken by the Eleventh Prince is definitely the best that the Tenth Prince has ever seen.

This foundation is more than twice as strong as his own.

Outside the boundary.

Countless leaf ghosts were also a little surprised.

It is obvious to all that the eleventh prince is weak, and people have even concluded that the eleventh prince is the weakest one.

Just now, the sword fairy said that the eleventh prince could not break through the 3000 score, and it was not groundless.

Judging by the realm, the level of the Eleventh Prince is really around 3,000.

But in just a few minutes, the Eleventh Prince not only broke through 3,000, but his score even soared, and is currently climbing towards 4,000!

Looking at the condition of the eleventh prince, there seemed to be no signs of exhaustion or serious injury.

"The foundation of the eleventh prince's body is very deep, deeper than we imagined!"

Cultivators know the Eleventh Prince best.

The three of them looked at each other, with some surprise in their pupils.

The Ghost King Tree has backlash, and this kind of wind and rain-like bombardment tests the foundation the most.

But the eleventh prince's expression remained unchanged, and he had no explanation other than his deep foundation.

"It's a pity that the battle to seize the emperor started too hastily and did not leave enough time for the eleventh prince to grow up."

"Perhaps this is fate, and there is nothing anyone can do about it!"

"If there is another 100 years, the eleventh prince may be able to surpass the tenth prince!"

The three cultivators sighed for a while.

They are all hosts that can grow, and the eleventh prince’s host is obviously deeper than the tenth prince’s.

"Humph, at this point, why are you still talking nonsense?"

The people of the Sword Immortal Clan were actually briefly shocked.

But then, they all laughed.

The eleventh prince is ill-fated, who can you blame?



Within the boundary.

The twelfth prince was trembling more and more violently.

He could see that the Eleventh Prince would soon be at the end of his strength.

After all, the level is too low.

Next, it will be his turn.

Death where the soul is drained is really painful.

The Thirteenth Prince was shaking so hard that he couldn't stand still.

After the death of the twelfth prince, it will be his turn next.

"With your cultivation level, a score of 4000 is the limit."

The tenth prince shook his head gently.

Perhaps, the eleventh prince will be his fierce rival in a hundred years.

But there is no possibility.

Today, he is still too weak.

Weak and scary.



"Zhao Chu, prepare to peel off the curse of the Ghost King Tree, and try to peel it off as completely as possible. I'm afraid there will be an accident if the curse is destroyed."

"This kid is about to run out of steam, and our chance is here."

Xiao Jingang's tone was solemn.

"Well, no problem!"

Zhao Chu was also more nervous than ever before.

The curse of the Ghost King Tree is a complete energy, similar to a living creature.

But think of it as a dark fish.

To completely strip away the curse is equivalent to catching a fish.

Not that easy.

By this time, the Eleventh Prince was nothing to worry about.

But Zhao Chu had to be afraid of the Ghost King Tree.
Chapter completed!
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